To take estrogen or not to take estrogen: That is the question. Whether ’tis nobler to abstain and suffer The sweat and puddles of outrageous flashes Or to take arms against a sea of mood swings, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; at first the studies say ’twill end The heart attacks and thousand bouts of bloat That flesh is heir to, ’tis a true confusion – For then they say ’twill cause us all to die Perchance from breast cancer; ay, there’s the rub; For who can dream or even sleep while worrying about What doctors might be saying come next week?
